Luyện nghe bài hát Slump

From front to back street, listen, we on a
To get right, workin street corner in the
Picture the scene, these with fire
Ten dollar dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, that
I'm wit whateva like
Stuck my cocaine raw
Drop sixty-two off the brick, back
Twenty over now mo' money to get
Slick, we to lick on this corner without gettin caught
But time, keep a and money gettin short
Plus that crooked cop Brock think we blow (fuck him)
That why he ride the hole with the do' swangin
But I moves, shake them tricks up out they shoestrings
Be more precise we do things
Cause life is shakin the dice, but I buck back twice
Like five-deuce, fo'-trey,

I'm strictly dirty dirty
represent it to the t-top
Born and up on the street top
Get to the money and the spot
And hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops
I'm stressin dirty dirty
represent it to the t-top
Born and bred up on the top
Get to the money and the sweet
And hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops

Shit, and robbers niggas be bound to get them dollars and cents
get in a slump like baseball players when they short on they rent
Anything goin you ain't knowin how much money YOU
But in the real world you surrounded by these ladies and
Who hang around you you be buyin all the weed and all the chicken
Feedin everybody, em out
When you was broke though they was
Now you ridin bout fo' deep, to tear up your suspension
And baby mamma on child support, my fault, forget to mention
You don't even have a checking account wasn't thinking no pension
I used to at Steak 'N' Ale, Old Gold off in the kitchen
Had determination and graduated, now I got the whole rap world
I a piece of the pie for me and my family so I made it
Continue to sell dope, it's payin the bills so you do it
But legislation got this new policy, three strikes and ruined
Now where your crew at?

I'm strictly stressin dirty
represent it to the t-top
Born and bred up on the top
Get to the money and the spot
And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" we see cops
I'm strictly stressin dirty
Gone it to the t-top
Born and bred up on the top
Get to the money and the sweet
And hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops

Ay, me and my buddy on the cut and they know we em slabs
We better watch we doing, and look out for Joe Nab
And quit up and standing on this same old block
Before our ass partner get both of us shot
Niggas talking they making some flow
But still ain't did nothing ain't been done before
You can't be to showcase, just put it down for your spot
And improvise and with that little you got
So I think when I finish selling my last
take some of this money, go and give some back
Cause people forget about the time you gave, knowmsayin?
And start bout a path to pave

I'm strictly stressin dirty
Gone represent it to the
Born and up on the street top
Get to the money and the sweet
And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see
I'm strictly dirty dirty
Gone represent it to the
Born and up on the street top
Get to the and the sweet spot
And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" we see cops